[ Hearing the hitch in Ren's breath makes him feel warmer all over, spurring him on. Normally, he'd take steps to contain himself. To have some sort of control. Letting himself be taken over by pure feeling is a foreign thing. It doesn't help that everything just echoes back through their connection to the Nest.
Ren's grip tightens on his hips, an attempt at grounding, though it leaves him gasping. Those fingertips dig into his skin, sure to leave bruises; they'll sting but remain as a reminder. He tries not to think about how that doesn't bother him, even though it really should. Later, he'll dwell on it. For now, he has Ren rocking slowly into his hand, something he wants to encourage. Hux undoes the front of Ren's trousers, hand slipping in to palm him through his shorts. The more direct contact has him wanting more.
And just like he's always done– he goes after what he wants. Sliding off of Ren's lap, he settles on his knees between his legs, fingers just barely tugging at the waistband of Ren's underwear. Hux glances up, a silent question on his expression. ]
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Ren's grip tightens on his hips, an attempt at grounding, though it leaves him gasping. Those fingertips dig into his skin, sure to leave bruises; they'll sting but remain as a reminder. He tries not to think about how that doesn't bother him, even though it really should. Later, he'll dwell on it. For now, he has Ren rocking slowly into his hand, something he wants to encourage. Hux undoes the front of Ren's trousers, hand slipping in to palm him through his shorts. The more direct contact has him wanting more.
And just like he's always done– he goes after what he wants. Sliding off of Ren's lap, he settles on his knees between his legs, fingers just barely tugging at the waistband of Ren's underwear. Hux glances up, a silent question on his expression. ]